Chapter 1: The Proposition
Todd leaned back in his leather armchair, a glass of whiskey in hand, his eyes glinting with a mischievous spark as he watched Sherry saunter into the living room. Her black silk robe clung to her curves, barely concealing the lace lingerie beneath. She was a vision—confident, fierce, and utterly untamable. At thirty-five, Sherry was a force of nature, a woman who owned every room she entered, and Todd knew it. That’s why he wanted this. That’s why he’d been obsessing over it for weeks.
'So, babe,' Todd started, his voice low and teasing, 'I’ve been thinking.'
Sherry arched a perfectly sculpted brow, crossing her arms under her chest, which only accentuated her cleavage. 'Oh, this ought to be good. Last time you were “thinking,” I ended up skydiving. What’s the crazy idea now?' She smirked, her tone dripping with playful sarcasm.
He chuckled, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. 'No parachutes this time. I was wondering… how’d you feel about a little adventure in the bedroom?'
Her eyes narrowed, but a flicker of curiosity danced in them. She stepped closer, her hips swaying with purpose, until she stood over him, one hand on the armrest as she leaned down. Her scent—jasmine and something intoxicatingly her—filled his senses. 'Define “adventure,” Todd. I’m not playing guessing games.'
He met her gaze, unflinching, a slow grin spreading across his face. 'I want to watch you. With someone else. A man. Someone who can match your fire.'
Sherry straightened up, her laugh sharp and incredulous. 'You’re serious? You want to sit there like some voyeur while I get my kicks with another guy? What’s in it for you, perv?' Her words were biting, but there was an undeniable heat in her stare, a challenge.
Todd set his glass down, leaning forward, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. 'Seeing you unleashed, babe. Knowing I’m the one who gets to take you home after. It’s hot as hell thinking about you owning someone else, the way you own me.'
She tilted her head, studying him like a predator sizing up prey. Then, a wicked smile curled her lips. 'You’re a sick bastard, you know that? But I’ll bite. If—and that’s a big if—I do this, I pick the guy. And I’m not holding back. You sure you can handle seeing me ride someone else’s cock while you’re just… watching?' Her words were a taunt, each syllable laced with raw power.
Todd’s breath hitched, his pants tightening at the image she painted. 'I’m counting on it, Sherry. I want to see you lose it. All of it.'
She stepped even closer, her robe slipping slightly to reveal more of her thigh, her voice a sultry purr. 'Fine. But let’s be clear, I’m not doing this for you. If I’m fucking someone else, it’s because I want to. Because I’m horny as hell just thinking about a hard, new body under me. You’re just lucky I’m letting you watch.'
His eyes darkened with lust, his hands itching to touch her, but he held back, knowing she was in control. 'Deal. Pick your man, babe. Make it good.'
Sherry smirked, turning on her heel, her robe fluttering as she walked toward the bedroom. 'Oh, I will. And when I’m done with him—sweating, panting, dripping wet—you’re gonna wish you never suggested this. Get ready for a show, Todd.'
He watched her disappear down the hall, his heart pounding, already imagining her with another man—her pussy slick, her ass grinding, taking what she wanted without apology. The thought alone had him hard, aching, and he knew this was only the beginning of a night that would burn them both to ash.
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